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> >We need a survey. Let allocate, what, ten million dollars? More?

I'll drink to that.  Best gin, of course, is made with sloe berries.


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The Devotee

Once a devotee made a vow that he would find God and to that end he renounced 
the world and all that was in it.

As he made his way through life as a self-denying mendicant, he came across 
jolly companions sharing a tankard of ale. They urged him to join them and 
porffered a brimming tankard.  He held up his hand in protest and left their 
company.  

He came on a minstral who bade him sit a while from this troubles and listen 
to his harp.  But the devotee arose and headed to the wilderness.

On his way he saw the sloe-eyed maidens glancing his way and smiling.  But he 
turned away, resolute, and left them behind.

After many, many years, bent and old and utterly spent, at at the very end of 
his life, while he was meditating with his last strength .... God appeared to 
him.

"God, I see You at last.  But why only now.  Did I not dedicate my life to 
finding You?  Whey did You not tell me of Your presence before this?"

And God replied:
"Damn fool, didn't I send you jolly companions with brown ale, minstrals with 
harpsong, and sloe-eyed maidens!"

(How's that for a cure for arthritis)   </HTML>